Two years ago, after Pornceptual, I found myself waiting for a taxi near the gate on Kyrylivska Street. Two young women took a seat on a bench by the bus stop, exuding a striking beauty tinged with a sense of despair. Without exchanging a single word, they both began to weep. Their embrace tightened with each passing moment. Suddenly, a young man across the street took notice. Wordlessly, he rushed over and joined the embrace. I stood there, transfixed and frozen. I didn’t know what could I do. I didn’t know what happened in their lives. But for me, it was a premonition of inevitable events. January 2022
"We're f*cking ravers", 2023
Dedicated to the club on Kirillovskaya Street in Kyiv, its backyard stage, and its ravers.
Marie Antoinette at the rave. Inspired by Jacquemus le Chouchou collection, 2023
